Blog Lacuna
We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.
These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.
M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.
Please join us.
Your contributions are welcome.
email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com
2 comments:
Nice post. If he'd ejected half a second later his chute would not have opened. His parachute almost descended through the smoke plume.
But the even greater escape he had was Gemini 8, and his reaction to the crisis probably went a long way to qualifying him for the Apollo program.
After a historic first-ever rendezvous and docking with an unmanned vehicle, the two craft began rotating. Gemini 8 undocked but the rolling only increased until it spun up to once per second. Armstrong got it back under control. NASA lore has it his heartbeat barely fluctuated off its baseline the whole time. Cool as a cucumber in ice.
NASA had just found their man.
(nice falconry art too, by the way. You've done more than I have all year.)
Shine on you crazy diamond.
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